Snapshots and Snippets from the recent

Just a few random shots of life from the past month or so 

with some short dialogue for anyone who cares.  

Half Off, why not, old man wouldn't come off his, so I got my own.  It will be great once lil' man starts hitting up the MX tracks and we have to start carrying tools.  Plus it got all the spares out of my stack on.  

It rained for what like seemed forever.  I guess the Beers, Bikes, and Guns all have 

to be operated indoors after several days of flooding rain.  

Some of you know this guy and I'm not telling you who it is if you don't know.  No, it is not me, it's about a decade old if I remember right.  Soon, thanks to this guy, he's going to help post up some of the raddest late sixties chopper lifestyle photos and stories that could be had.  He's shared some but I'm waiting to post them until my computer and his words can do them the appropriate justice.  

BDub showed up. 

Just making sure his rubber stayed on, or something like that.  LMAO.  

Ramping puppies and CBT Life Forever. 

Tucked in after another night out howlin' at the moon. 

Swung by the old Mayor's Mansion after I got BDub off the side of the highway.  

He almost rode with another "brother", who got a flat in the exact same spot as him within 3 minutes.  This highway "brother" decides though that he's going to ride on the back of a flat trailer with no ratchet straps on his bike.  The flat occurred on the other side of Tuscaloosa on the Interstate.  He said the dude rolled his bike on the trailer that came and got him and started putting his helmet on and BDub yelled, "hey homie, you may wanna put that scoot in gear so it don't roll off."  Dude's response, "mang, das..da...bessss...idea I dun hurrrd all daaaayyyy....thanks brudda," and then he rolled off down the interstate on the back of an open trailer.  What an awesome story.  

I'm still playing around with this project and it's making 

slooooowwwwww progress, but progress none the less. 

Thanks to my buddy Luke for the trade on the sweet risers too.  

They may end up on the EVO once i get a longer clutch cable.  

The one I have on there right now is stretched to max.  

"How high's the water, Mama?

Five feet high and risin'

How high's the water, Papa?

She said, 'Its' five feet high and risin'"

"Well, the rails are washed out north of town

We gotta head for higher ground

We can't come back till the water goes down

Five feet high and risin'

Well it's five feet high and risin'"

Me and some buddies built my lil' man a choppy bike out of a Huffy.

CTFH!  It's 7 feet 2 inches long.  

First ride was a success.  It took him 3 tries until he figured out how the turning radius worked but after that he was like an old grey beard cruising down the open highway on a stretched and raked Panhead.  

It was literally 75 degrees the Saturday before this and everyone was riding bikes 

in short sleeves in January.  Four days later it was freezing cold, 

snowing and school was canceled.  Crazy weather.  

Took a shovel with us on this particular trip and made a little bump for him to start getting comfortable getting some air.  By the time this photo was taken he had knocked it down pretty good.  This was at the end of the day.  Hopefully within the next year, we will have saved enough scratch together to get him into a CRF or KTM and get some real track time in.  

Little man just learning lessons.  Riding with the big boys will tear your bike up.  But he worked it out the following day and helped clean his intake and got reinforced on lessons he has already learned.  Even if he doesn't remember next time, we still spent time together and that's the most important thing. 

Jeff Wright hooked it up once again, so the new carry along tool box will 

start out with some appropriate labeling.  

Yes Please

Sporty is back up and running again....

Hell Yeah!!

Beginning Top End Reassembly and a story to boot...

So, this is my third day to work on this head gasket.  The first day, I took my time disassembling everything and making sure all was in order and basically called it a day.  Yesterday, I did a little cleaning and went to what would be our only Indy shop (really a full time worker who has a shop at his house) and he had the top end gaskets I needed.  Today I’ve cleaned some more and I believe I am ready to reassemble.  That carbon build up is some tough stuff to get off and I am tired of huffing fumes, that’s for sure. 

Here is some updated photos.  Ended up going with James gaskets because between my buddy and the Indy that’s what was immediately available and a lot of people like them.  Opinions seem to be either pay a little more for Cometic or go James. 

Cylinder:

Head:

New exhaust gaskets. 

My helper for the day, Everybody meet Pilgrim:

Some shots from the Indy, the General Lee shovel is his daily and the ’66 chopper belongs to a friend.  Some ironhead stuff out back as well.

And lastly, my trusty Yamaha. My wife’s car is in the shop, she’s driving the truck which is also having transmission problems, so that leaves me with the Yamaha once again.  It never lets me down and I will never sell this bike.  It gets me through hard times, proposed to my wife on it, and I just love it.  It’s like an Energizer bunny, it just keeps going, and going, and going…

Some Shots from the Weekend...

It was a pretty good weekend...I got some riding in, got to ride with some friends, the weather was awesome...basically shit was perfect until my main scoot decided to take a dump at the end of it all, but oh well, shit happens and I'll get it fixed.  

My buddy Luke came down and rode the Yamaha out to the river with me and we just shot the bull.  It was a good time just riding in 70 degree early morning weather and getting to catch up with him.  He's been working on his bike lately and is about to get the hot rod in tip top shape just in time for the best time of the year to ride.  I can't wait!!

Neal came by and hung out for a bit.  We tried to ride some but then it came a toad strangler and I turned around, I've had enough riding in the rain for a while and unless it's a must, I'm not doing it just for fun right now.  

Later in the weekend, myself, my buddy Johsh and his friend Keith all rode up to Southhaven / Memphis to meet up with ol' BDub to help escort him part of the way back home towards Alabama since he was riding solo and we were just going to ride motorcycles and drink beer anyways.  We met up at the Southhave HD dealership and they have a pretty cool bar / grill next door called The Fillin' Station.  We sat there for a few hours and had some lunch, half a dozen pitchers, and some good laughs.

Me and Josh had to swing about an hour west to go pick up Keith before heading north to Southhaven.

A shot of Keith's bad ass Maverick.  Just some minor details left, but man this thing sounds so sweet and smooth.  They just don't make 'em like this anymore. 

A dollar for the wall at the Fillin' Station. 

BDub and Josh meeting.  

At the dealer, an "Elvis Panhead."  Not sure what to think about this one, but I took a pic anyways. 

BDub found a helmet for his next big Cross Country adventure. 

 Fits him great, sunburn kind of matches the paint he choose. 

This last shot was courtesy of BDub.  We got about 10 miles out from Southhaven heading East and I had exhaust blowing out from in between my rear head and cylinder like crazy.  I rode it home approximately 200 miles + like this.  Not good, but I think it's about to get remedied.  

The Confederate

The 1977 Confederate Edition, produced one year after the Liberty Editions in '76.  The bikes are about as rare if not more so, and a hell of a lot less well known.  They were actually pretty controversial at the time of production.